YOU GOT ME RIGHT

The molasses of sound

dripped slow

flavoring him since youth

when jazz got onto

his ear

like a propeller wash

of beats

making a whirr and buzz

like coffee all night

and golden arms

with trumpets

slivering the truth

out of him

surfacing with a suddenness

like food slipping from the

fingers of angels

into a hungry air

greedily expanding

and pulsing a vibe into

feather floating fans

pushing the words

and shadowing the room

as he sings

“You got me right”.


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